[Fred] (Method)Who could be the bossLook up to the crossStranded, in the land of the lostStanding up, I'm sidewaysI'm blazing up the path, running on the highways of rapChoked up by the smoke in the charcoalLava stamps and brands me like a bar codeI'm bashing all the media strikesAnd keep the media dikesThat's reinforcement for the fightAnd I don't want to keep John Gotti on the phoneI'm tangled in the zoneI got the bees on the trackWhere the fuck you at?(Tical)Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth now(Shut the fuck up)I'm lugging in them social skillsThat keep my total bills worth over a millionThe last time I checked itThank God I'm blessed with the mind not a recordWait until the second round and knock em out

They call me big John studMy middle name MudDirty water flowToo much for you thugsI can't stand the floodWhat up doc?Hold big gun like Elmer FuddThe sure shotMr. Meth I'm unpluggedLearn, temperature's too hotThe sun block burnPlayin' with minds and get you state timeLocked behind twelve bars from a great mindKiller bees in the club with his lady bugBrought his source to the dance floor to cut a rugLove is love, all day till they throw slugsAnd take another life in cold bloodCan't feel me until it's your bloodMurder rate's tremendous, crime is endlessSame shit different dayFather forgive us, they know not what they doAll praise is dueI'm big like Easy, you big bamboo

Chorus:What's that I didn't hear youShut the fuck upCome on a little louderShut the fuck upEverybody in together nowShut the fuck upJust shut the fuck upJust shut the fuck up

Chorus:What's that I didn't hear youShut the fuck upCome on a little louderShut the fuck upEverybody in together nowShut the fuck upJust shut the fuck upJust shut the fuck up

Head strong, dead calmGat right armDead weight, they dead wrongLet's get it onTwelve rounds of throw downWho hold crownProtect land with both powerLimp Bizkit, get around like merry-goWhat's the scenarioComing through your stereoWild, risky, lifestyles of the prolific and giftedHataz sent you vitamins and minerals, deliciousWord on the streets is, they bit my thesisKnocked out their front teeths, trying to taste mineActin' like they heard through the grapevineDope fiending for the bass line, chupacabraPharmaceuticals, hard as nails to the cuticleWhere'd you find that monster she beautifulWu-tang and Limp Bizkit roll on the setKick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug and inject

Mic check, so what's it all aboutAnd where we gonna run?Maybe we can meet up on the sunDiscretion is advisedWith the blood or merchant eyesWe're Limpin' on the track with the MethodSo get your sun blockYou getting' one shotUntil you dissolve I revolve around everything you got&gt;From out of nowherePrepare, you'll be blinded by the glareI told you not to stareNow you turned into stoneWith out a microphoneBut don't you forget you're in the zone(So shut the fuck up)And take that shit backCause all your shit's whack(Doo doo is doo doo)When it's weighed out like thatBurning up your brain like a pistonSo all those who didn't listeningNever even knew what they was missingAnd never knew the sky was falling downWu-tang Clan for the crown

Chorus:What's that I didn't hear youShut the fuck upCome on a little louderShut the fuck upEverybody in together nowShut the fuck upJust shut the fuck upJust shut the fuck up

Chorus:What's that I didn't hear youShut the fuck upCome on a little louderShut the fuck upEverybody in together nowShut the fuck upJust shut the fuck upJust shut the fuck up

It was over your headAll day, every dayS-I-N-Y1-0-3-0-4Wu-Tang Killa Bees and the Limp B-I-Z-K-I-TY'all know the time, y'all know the rhymeIt ain't easy being greasyIn a world full of cleanliness and you know all that other madness, we gonePeaceTomado de AlbumCancionYLetra.comLimp Bizkit, Method ManRock the house y'allBring it on